Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.